in a mouse trap.
We get a mouse or two a year, but mostly in the fall. So I was kinda surprised when last night my daughter goes into the kitchen and starts screaming her fool head off. Somehow a mouse has managed to infiltrate his way into
Festung Scout for obvious nefarious purposes (i.e. to scare the womenfolk
).
So today after getting my labs drawn, I stop by the local hardware store to pick up some glue traps. However, when I get there I'm looking over the assortment of small furry critter removal devices/methods when I remember what happened last fall.
While I was gone at Deer Camp, a mouse had managed to get himself firmly attached to a glue trap. (They do work as advertised). However, his mouse death shreiks were far louder then his size would seem to permit. Mrs Scout and my daughter were afraid to go near it and, of course, Mrs Scout refused to let my son pick it up, for fear that he would instead chase his mother and older sister aound the house with the screaming, dying mouse stuck on a glue board. (which he probably would have done.) So the neighbor was called and he deposited said mouse in the trash can where his dying shreiks were muffled a bag or two of garbage dropped on top of him inside the can and the lid.
So fast-forward to today. Instead of a gluetrap, I decide to go for the quick kill type and settle on a 2-pack of these
http://www.intruderinc.com/mousetrap/mousetrap.html (the mouse ones do NOT have the serated edges and are "finger safe").
Get home, bait them with a small dab of peanut butter, one under the stove behind the storage bin and one behind the fridge.
Now our fridge sits at the end of the counter so that you can see behind it as it backs up against the wall. I thought that I had pushed the trap back far enough so that no one could get it without using a stick.
WRONG !!!
While I was down in the basement the dog somehow managed to pull it out from behind the fridge without setting it off. Of course the instant his tongue hit the peanut butter all hell broke loose. I heard a loud yelp, then the clatter of claws traying to get traction on a hardwood floor and then the sound of him going into his crate....HARD. (That's were he goes when he's tired/scared/wants to be left alone.) I go upstairs and he looks at me with a combination "I'm soooo busted" and "That wasn't very nice/funny." look on his face as he sits in his crate.
Needless to say, I doubt that he'll go near a mouse trap, or peanut butter again.
Yes, I did catch the mouse later in the day. The dog was on the couch sleeping and when the trap under the stove snapped, he hauled butt into his crate with his tail between his legs.
